Motorcross Mania

So, here we are. Clayson, Trey and Logan were ready for some vroom vroom excitement. Me, I was hoping I could handle the people I would be hanging with and the amount of time that I would have to spend here. I kept telling myself that it was for the boys. We went to El Fenix for dinner and headed to Reunion Arena. I only had to call my dad twice for help getting there. We got there two hours before the event started. I didn't know how long it would take to park and walk and then get to will-call to pick up our tickets so we left home early and got to the event way too early. Getting there so soon did allow the boys to go down on the track for autographs and just to run around.

I was so happy to see "normal" people.

We made our way to our seats and realized that the racing did not start for another hour and ten minutes. Arrgghhh. I got Clayson's IPOD and made a list of the 270 songs I have downloaded. That took about ten minutes. It was a long wait. Right before it started the stinky haired family of five came and sat in front of us. I think they rode their dirtbikes to Dallas from a very long distance and have not taken a bath since Thanksgiving. Here they are.

So, we moved seats. A little later, we got booted out by the ticket holders and made our way back to sit by the stinkers. I could not wait for the motorcycle fumes to come up and cover the smell. Once the races started the smell wasn't as noticeable. The race is on....and on, and on again and again and again. I thought at some point there would be interesting tricks or wrecks but no, it was the same race time and time again. I don't even know if there were different drivers (nor did I care). I just know that six races into it I was going stir crazy. I kept asking the boys if they were ready to leave and of course they weren't. I got out my calendar and took notes. Then I took pictures.

Clayson asked me why I was taking so many pictures and I told him through gritted teeth that it was the only thing I had to do! Trey got mad at me for laughing when they would fall off of their dirtbikes. He would elbow me and tell me that they could get hurt bad. At 9:30 (show started at 7:30), I finally convinced them that we needed to leave to beat the traffic and they were okay with that. FINALLY!! We got back to the car, called my dad twice for directions and before you know it we were at the Seagoville Wal-Mart. I needed some staple items and meat. We were loading groceries when I was approached by a lady for "just a dollar". I told her I did not have any money and shuffled the kids into the car. After being at a skanky event feeling oh-so-safe, I find myself in more danger at Wal-Mart. Go figure....

I hope I earned some brownie points tonight.